Andy Warhol and a friend are down on their luck. They have both moved into a room in my flat. A large vat of candlewax has been left to burn in my hall. When I come home it has exploded leaving the place caked in mud and wax. I can tell things are not going to improve despite the friend insisting Andy will start earning money again very soon. I doubt it and give them until the weekend to leave.
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